Were Not The Gods Forms Created Like

In Fear I Hurried This Way And That. I Had The Taste Of Blood And Chocolate In My Mouth, The One As Hateful As The Other.

The Day Had Gone By Just As Days Go By. I Had Killed It In Accordance With My Primitive And Retiring Way Of Life.

Madness, In A Higher Sense, Is The Beginning Of All Wisdom

Without Words, Without Writing And Without Books There Would Be No History, There Could Be No Concept Of Humanity.

Knowledge Can Communicated But Not Wisdom.